[open] you give me butterflies

[Opheria]

Opheria had never been a difficult child, not meek per say, but never difficult. She’d always been on the outskirts of things, weary of dipping her toes in the metaphorical water. She had been here several times before, always on the outskirts, never in the mix of things…perpetually hanging in indecision. Today was different. She could feel it in her bones, smell the change in the air. Springtime always brought about change. This spring she would make changes for herself.
 
OOC: I’m sorry about the utter craptasticness of this starter post. It’s been a while for me. Someone just come talk to her, I’ll get better I promise.
 
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opheria

now I really know what it feels like to fly